Cong Nianwei was very happy. She pulled the hole with a small rake and a clam came out.
Black clams, flying clams, humanoid clams, noodle clams, and hairy clams were all thrown into Cong Nianwei's plastic bag. When she stood up from the sand, rubbing her sore waist, the sun had already set. Qin Guan and the others had already started to pack up.
Cong Nianwei's face was red from the sun. She skipped over to them with a bag of freshly baked clams in her hands.
Li Jian sighed. "Cong Nianwei, why are you still studying? You can make a living by selling seafood."
Qin Guan was concerned about his girlfriend. "Your face is so red. Don't let yourself get sunburned. Put some oil on your face and ice it."
Cong Nianwei nodded and went home on the back of Qin Guan's tricycle.
Cong Nianwei divided the seafood she had harvested into two portions. She gave one portion to Qin Guan. She waved at her boyfriend and ran into the building happily.
Why didn't she give Zhou Jing and Li Jian a share? They were not Cong Nianwei's boyfriends. Who cared about them?
They left resentfully, but Qin Guan put two crosses on their heads.
That night, both families had fresh clam noodles and spicy fried crabs.
Cong Nianwei didn't show up the next day. As Qin Guan had guessed, her skin had been sunburned.
In 1999, sunscreen had not yet become popular. Cong Nianwei had been exposed to the sun all afternoon. Her straw hat was not enough to protect her. (Friendly reminder: Always wear sunscreen when you go to the beach.)
She stayed at home for a week to recover her skin. Let's not talk about it for the time being.
At the end of July, inspired by Cong Nianwei's beachcombing, the three of them started selling small fish baskets, along with a small rake made of iron wire. It was quite interesting and sold well.
This brought them a small profit. By the end of the month, each of them had earned more than 3,000 yuan.
When Qin Guan left in the middle of the next month, Zhou Jing and Li Jian's income would be even higher.
...
The New Face Model Competition in August was a national top competition for new models organized by China Art Photography Association, China Portrait Photography Association, and New Face Education Media.
This competition was aimed at people who had received professional modeling training (including college students majoring in fashion). It was a relatively professional competition for newcomers in the industry.
If one were to give a rating to this competition, it would be rated B + in the domestic competitions.
Sister Xue attached great importance to the competition. She called him every day after August, which annoyed him a lot.
Sister Xue's words were getting more and more pitiful, so Qin Guan decided to go back to school in advance.
When he returned to the capital, he would report to Professor Li and Sister Xue.
Sister Xue had to explain the basic rules of the competition to him. She couldn't let him participate in the competition without knowing anything.
Holding a guidebook in her hand, Sister Xue explained to Qin Guan, "The New Face Model Competition is divided into four parts: local auditions, local finals, national semi-finals, and national finals."
Qin Guan hesitated when he heard that the competition would take a long time. Sister Xue knew what he was thinking. She patted the guidebook and said, "The local finals will be decided during the holidays. The semi-finals and the national finals will also be held in the capital.
"The competition is not arranged for the whole competition. You can show up during the competition. You won't miss your classes.
Besides, you want to participate in the national finals? How can you be so confident? You should at least pass the local finals first. "
Sister Xue gnashed her teeth with hatred. Many newcomers were eager to participate in the competition, but Qin Guan was the only one who didn't care about it.
Sister Xue opened the guidebook and continued, "Age requirements: Under 22 for females and under 24 for males; Height: over 170cm for females and 180cm for males;
Physical and mental health, a well-proportioned figure, and regular facial features;
Mastering basic skills on the catwalk and in front of the camera;
"You definitely meet these requirements. As for the registration information, you just need to fill in this application form and give me a copy of your ID card. As for your photos and background information, I'll prepare them for you. "
Qin Guan nodded and stood up to fill in the guidebook. Suddenly, Sister Xue thought of something and asked, "Do you have any talents?"
Qin Guan was stunned for a moment. "What are they?"
"Vocal, dance, instrumental music... Whatever. It's not that important. I guess it will only be used in the final." Sister Xue shook her head, not expecting much.
Qin Guan answered, "I have some talents. Does ballroom dancing count?"
Sister Xue was surprised. "Okay, I'll find a teacher to give you special training before the final. Fill in the guidebook, and I'll prepare your photos. "
After filling in the guidebook, Qin Guan fell into the abyss of special training.
It was mid-August, and the sun was blazing in the capital. That day was the closing date for the New Face Model Competition.
The assistant of the organizing committee of the capital was very busy.
He didn't let out a long breath until he had filed all the photos and information of the models.
Several assistants knocked on the door of the preliminary judge's office with a thick stack of information on the contestants.
In front of a small conference table, four judges were sitting. The assistants spread the information of the male and female models on the table, briefly introduced them to the four judges, and then left the room.
The four of them looked at the two piles of materials on the table. One of them said, "This is the preliminary competition for new faces. We were called here to go through the motions. I think we should form a team of two. One team will be responsible for male models and the other will be responsible for female models. What do you think?"
The youngest of the four adjusted his glasses and agreed, "I'm fine with that. I'll listen to Professor He."
The other two didn't have any objections and nodded. The four of them looked at the table again. Mr. He dragged the thickest stack over and flipped through two pages. He chuckled and said, "Sure enough, it's all about female models. Here are the statistics. The preliminary round of the Capital's New Face Competition: 286 female models and 82 male models."
Mr. He pushed the materials back onto the table and grabbed the male models' materials. He said to the crowd, "Don't blame me for taking advantage of my seniority. I'm getting old and I don't have much energy. I'll be a judge for the male model preliminary."
When the other three heard Teacher He's words, they all secretly cursed in their hearts: Old fox.
Being a judge for the preliminary competition is a thankless job.
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